His palms were slick with sweat, a stark reminder of losing control, similar to the day eighteen years ago when his parents perished.

Feelings of sorrow, rage, helplessness, and confusion surged within him, trapped in his chest, threatening to unleash his inner turmoil.

Eventually, he pulled over, stepped out, and lit a cigarette. Between the city lights, as he inhaled deeply, his tumultuous emotions began to ease.

Years of experience had taught him to manage his feelings swiftly. Outwardly composed, a profound loneliness gnawed at him from within.

Bianca had breached his guarded heart, and now, the fear of losing her weighed heavily on him.

After spending a significant time...